THE OPERATIC TRAGIDY
BY FIONA CUMMINGS
I didn’t want you to leave today
As the door closed and you went away
My heart dipped
My stomach ripped
Life I felt I couldn’t face
I didn’t want to be in this place
I didn’t want to put on my dress
I felt a mess
I sit here writing these silent words
As the birds fly free outside of my window
I wish I had a spark in my life which turned into a glow
But today is not a good day
I seem to have so many of these of late
I can’t eat the food on my plate
Not interested in drinking to make me feel better
Just waiting for a dreaded letter
That is what it’s like
I wish to get on my bike
To feel the wind in my hair
To know there is someone there to care
At the end of the day
To want to play
And not just vegetate
My salted tears with aching veins copulate
They receive signals
as though they know how to demodulate
The veins acting as wires
My sell by date expires
And I’m all sold out
I want to shout
Stick a pin in me and pour out like a spout
What is this all about?
Crazy thoughts
Dangerous sports
An yet have such fear
Need those close to me near
Hate my own company
No longer can sing the same melody
I need to hear a symphony
Not an operatic tragedy
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